From the waggin' of the tongues
They're getting bitter
And they say it's all for fun
And then they point the finger

They say the course is run
The game is over
That puts me out of work
And they're just hungover

But when it's all said and done
I want my supper
Pour the cream into my coffee
I'm the sucker

Back when life was fun
I talked to my brother
Now he drives a pick-up truck
And I just blow my cover

But when it's all said and done
I'll make another
Pour myself a cup of coffee
I'm the sucker

Go on, hang without me
Go on, hang without me
Go on, hang without me
Go on, hang without me